CHAPTER XV.

THE ARREST.

It was evident, from the information brought by the police, that the men

who had stolen Harnett's team had driven to Bradford simply for the

purpose of deceiving any one who might search for them, and that they

would push on into New York State, where they might find a better

opportunity of disposing of their ill-gotten property.

Under the circumstances there was nothing the boys could do save return

by the road they had come, and, since it was necessary to do this, it

was as well that they should sleep that night in the Kenniston

farm-house as in Bradford, where they would be obliged to spend some of

their small store of money for lodging and breakfast.

As soon, therefore, as they had received from the chief of police all

the information he could impart, they started toward home, neither

nearer nor further from the object of their search.

All that they had done on the way down would have necessarily to be done

over again, in the hope of learning of the thieves on their return, and

no time was to be lost in this second search.

Of course, if the men had started from Bradford in the night, there

would be no use in inquiring for them anywhere between there and some

distance from Sawyer; therefore, the boys decided that they would sleep

at the Kenniston farm that night, recommencing the pursuit at an early

hour next morning.

When they reached the farm-house they found Bob Hubbard awaiting their

arrival; he had come there two hours before, and when, on asking for

George, he was told that the engineer had gone in search of his horses,

had told the farmer that, while he did not intend to remain there during

the night, he would wait for George's arrival, which he was certain

would not be long delayed.

Not knowing Bob's reason for expecting George's return, when it seemed

certain he would be away some time, Farmer Kenniston was considerably

mystified by his guest's manner; but the reason for his thus speaking

was soon explained when, at a late hour in the evening, George and Ralph

did arrive.

"I knew you would come back to-night," said Bob, as he rushed out to

meet the friends whom he had not treated exactly as it would seem

friendship demanded, "for I knew, if you learned anything at all, you

would find it necessary to come back this way."

"Why, what do you know?" asked George, quickly.

"When I tell you that I knew your team had been stolen even before you

did, you must admit that I know something about it," replied Bob,

feeling fully how important he was just then.

"Don't be long-winded now, Bob," said George, sharply; "for you know how

anxious I am."

"I'll tell you all I know, and I think I may be able to make amends for

the trick we played upon you in using your team the other night, unless

you think it was because of that that you had your horses where they

could be stolen."

"Tell me what you have heard of my team!" exclaimed George, impatiently.

"Jack Roberts told me, this afternoon, that he saw two fellows in your

carriage about midnight, and that they stopped all night, or at least

the remainder of it, in the woods just above our camp. I went up there

with him about five o'clock, and it didn't seem as if they could have

been gone more than an hour before we got there."

"Did you find out which way they went?"

"As near as could be told by the tracks, they kept straight on toward

Babcock."

"That's where they said they were going," said Ralph, excitedly,

delighted at this confirmation of the policeman's story.

"From the looks of the place where they stayed last night, I should say

that they don't know very much about camping out," continued Bob. "They

just hitched the horses to a tree, and laid down on the ground, with a

few boughs under them, instead of putting up a shelter, which wouldn't

have taken ten minutes. I found pieces of newspaper, in which had been

food, scattered around. So I fancy their arrangements for the journey

were made very hurriedly and incompletely. I don't think they had hay

or grain for the horses, for I couldn't find any signs of either."

It was evident that Bob had examined the ground thoroughly in

expectation of a chase, and as he gave what was really valuable

information, gathered simply from a desire to aid his friend, George was

perfectly willing to forgive him for any and everything he had ever done

against him.

"Then we won't stop here to-night," said the owner of the stolen horses,

hurriedly. "If they left there this afternoon, we may stand a chance of

overtaking them to-night. You needn't take the horse out, Mr. Kenniston,

for we will start right off again."

"Do you think there is any chance of overtaking your horses, even if

they haven't had any grain, with this poor old nag of the farmer's,

whose greatest speed has been shown in front of a plow?"

And Bob laughed gleefully at the idea.

"It is the best horse I can get just now," said George, fretfully; for

he could not see anything very comical in the fact of being thus

hampered in the pursuit.

"There's where you are mistaken, my dear boy," replied Bob, in his old,

lofty way. "My horses are as fast, and I'm inclined to think a little

faster, than yours. When Jack told me what he had seen, I thought there

was a chance to pay off old scores. So I harnessed into the light double

wagon, put in some blankets, and come here. While I have been waiting

for you, I have got a good-sized lunch from Mrs. Kenniston, a bag of

grain from the farmer, and now we are ready to start, even if we drive

to the lake."

"Bob, you are a good fellow," exclaimed George, as he grasped the

moonlighter by the hand, and made a mental vow that he would never speak

harshly to him again.

While they had been talking, Farmer Kenniston had backed Bob's horses

out of the shed, where their master had left them, that the journey

might be commenced as quickly as possible, and the boys got into the

wagon at once, George and Ralph on the back seat, and Bob in front.

That the chase would be an exciting one, in case they should get within

sight of the thieves, was shown by the way Bob's horses started off,

and, for the first time since he was convinced of his loss, George began

to have some hopes of regaining his property.

"There is one danger in our chasing those fellows in the night," said

Bob, after they had started, "and as to whether you will take the risk,

you must decide. They will probably spend this night as they did last

night--in the woods. Of course, we could not see in the dark if an

ox-cart had driven into the woods, and we run every chance of driving

past them. Then again, if we wait until morning, we are just so much

further behind. Now, what will you do?"

"I hardly know," replied George, after considerable thought. "What is

your advice?"

"Well," and Bob spoke like one who has already decided the matter in his

own mind, "my idea is that they won't stop this side of Babcock, and I

am certain they won't stop in the town. So I think we shall be safe to

drive as far as there. The chances are that the thieves will drive

through the town in the night, and stop in the first likely place they

come to on the other side. We can start in the morning again, about as

early as they can."

"Then that is what we will do," said George, satisfied that Bob had

deliberated upon this plan until he was convinced it was the best that

could be done.

"Do you believe we shall catch them?" asked Ralph, speaking for the

first time since he had met Bob.

"Catch them!" echoed the moonlighter. "I wish I was as sure of striking

a thousand-barrel well as I am that we shall be interviewing the young

gentlemen before to-morrow night."

But if Bob's hopes of striking a big well had been dependent upon

catching the thieves before the next night, he would never have made a

success in the oil region, save as a moonlighter.

"There is our wood-lot," said George, as he pointed to a grove on the

opposite side of the creek, near which a very old and a very dilapidated

house could be seen.

Bob was curious, of course, to know what George meant, and, after the

story had been told him, he said:

"It was a big thing for you to do, boys, and Simpson probably

appreciates it as much as any man could; but I tell you for a fact that

you will get your reward for that good deed sooner than you expect.

There's oil in that same wood-lot, and I've sort of reckoned on buying

it myself some day. If I had known how Simpson was fixed, it would have

been mine before now, for two hundred and seventy-five dollars is cheap

for ten acres, even if there is nothing there but rocks."

"But Simpson says he has had oil men examine the place, and there's

nothing there," said George, half believing Bob had some good reason for

speaking as he did.

"Yes, he had a lot of old fogies there who couldn't tell the difference

between oil and a tallow candle. They walked around ten minutes,

collected twenty-five dollars from the old man, and then walked away.

Simpson was probably paying ten per cent to old Massie, for I've heard

he was the one who held the mortgage, and if he could have got half the

amount loaned, don't you suppose he would have waited any length of time

if he hadn't seen a chance to make more? Massie knows the oil is there

as well as I do, and the old miser thought he was going to get the whole

farm for his five hundred dollars. Why, the old fellow would choke both

of you boys if he could get hold of you just now."

Bob laughed long and loud at the way in which the money-lender had

over-reached himself, and it is hard to say just how long his merriment

would have lasted, since it received a sudden check.

They were then just entering the town of Sawyer, and a man had stepped

into the road, as if to speak to the party, seizing one of the horses

by the bridle as they approached him, to make sure of being heard.

"Hello! What's the matter now?" asked Bob, who had not noticed the man,

and was surprised at the sudden stopping of his team.

"I wished to speak with you for a moment," said the man, as he fumbled

in his pocket with his disengaged hand, and then as he produced some

papers, he said: "I arrest you, Mr. Robert Hubbard, and you, Mr. George

Harnett, for violating a town ordinance by carrying nitro-glycerine

through the streets."

George had said he hoped he would be arrested, in order that he might

show he had not been guilty of such a violation, but when he expressed

the wish, he could have had no idea that the arrest would be made just

at the moment when, in order to recover his team, it was necessary for

him to be free.

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